[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#008b8b]"Guess we all fall back on what we know."[/color]

The knife was returned to its sheathe, the distinctly un-knightly response hanging in the air between them. It was just as nonsensical as Lein's own comment had been; idealistic as he was, Fionn's views of his position weren't born out of the utterly unrealistic expectations set by cheap romance novels marketed to young women of every class in society. True knights could just as often be firm and forceful as they were kind and gentle, given good enough reason.

Lein's general penchant for going missing at random times, combined with the recent absence and the state he was in once found gave Fionn more than enough concern to qualify for 'good reason.' More than enough reason to act serious for once himself, as well.

With a grunt he stood up, slipping his tunic-clenching fist under Lein's arm to pull him up as well. [color=#008b8b]"Come on, then. You can tell me what you've been up to on the way back to the keep, and if you behave I might even help you get your dress back while saving face."[/color]